ONE ENOUGH

CHAPTER 105: FLIP-FLOPS

Gita, Asep and Ambu just chuckled. Just pulling left and right of their lips, to be seen responding to Muna's speech.

Not only did Muna's memory return to the back, the other three heads were. Of course not to forget, how the concept of an impromptu wedding a la Muna and Kevin full of twists and surprises.

The sultan was free. Although the time is short, ala ala Proclamation. Because money talks so much, it's all smooth and spectacular.

Cup.

Suddenly Kevin comes and kisses Muna's head from behind.

"Come, play on Mae's beach. Naya, same as Laras." Invite him to his wife Muna, who had just managed to put Anaya to sleep in the Gazebo that they had equipped with a box that could make Anaya's body swing swing crazily.

"Okay. lets's go." Muna replied enthusiastically. While giving the code to Laras to get closer to him, to keep Anaya who was sleeping too much.

Reach the excitement Aydan auto 100% excitement. How not he seems, like an only child who is very noticed by both parents. Playing on the beach. Making sand castles, chasing, rolling with the waves, looking for shells in a place that is still safe for him to live. Until forget, if the sun has fiercely seen them from above the sky, which is getting hotter. Their skin was reddish, as a result of the king's sting during the day. But all three do not care, still they do all the activities that they feel very exciting. Because they don't do that often. It might even rarely be repeated again, then during that moment they could enjoy the three. They keep doing it.

In contrast to Gita and Gilang who only choose to take a light walk, along the edge of the beach. With an occasional stop to do photos to capture memories, if now they are on a beach. They can't be sure yet. Whether the Gita is two-bodied or not. But great desire both hope to soon have a baby.

So even though Gilang and Gita have not been examined, they both agree to prefer that they take care of themselves, so that things do not happen that are not desirable if indeed Gita is pregnant.

"A'Gee. sok. If you want to play the banana boat. Wait in the Gazebo." Tawar Gita to her husband, considering that accidentally from earlier her husband was only not far from her.

"Hmm. don't want ah neng. A'a tea, just want to go temenin sizzle." He answered by continuing to hold the Gita's right hand as they just walked slowly down the beach.

"Thank you, A' is always there for the sweet. On the sultry side, with no feeling of unease and boredom." Gita suddenly melows.

"Where can be bored, a'a this love is just as sweet. Especially God willing, now that tea has the fruit of our love that grows here. Heemm. healthy healthy yes unfortunately dad." Gilang hugged Gita from behind, and stroked her perfectly flat stomach.

"Amiiin, you're not patient you know a'. Want to date tespack. Let's just know, if here it's fertilization already happening." Said Gita stroking her own stomach.

"Neng. Ride a'a back yes. Let's take it to the gazebo." Gilang was already sitting on his knees against where Gita was standing, to give his back to be climbed by his beloved wife.

"Waaah. Later a'a ketchupean." reject Gita by sticking her body on the back that is already in a position ready to hold it.

"Ga papa a'a ketchup her afternoon. So we'll sleep the night. Than the baby dede to the bitch."

Plakh.. Gilang's back was beaten spoiled by the wife, who was only a support and refused the offer of a sling from her husband.

Now the Gita is like a backpack, which leaps behind Gilang. Just lie if Gilang is not cape and feel tired, but he thinks. He better be tired than his wife.

"Capek a'... heavy wad huh? Eneng down here aja deh a'.." whine Gita when the gazebo they are heading to has begun to be seen.

"Well, that weight is not a whim." Saying with breath that is almost stingy.

"Keep what?"

"Forget you neng." Kekeh Gilang started his fight.

"Miss..."

"Hmm. What is a' cape'?" ask the real Gita who is afraid if Gilang is really tired by him.

"Ga. A'a still strong, baby." The answer was still to slowly carry Gita.

Occasional nape Gita kissed Gita from behind. No matter if the area has begun to get wet, attacked by sweat.

"Neng. a'a want, we tea rich flip-flops yes Neng." The chirps as the gazebo gets closer.

"Why?" asked Gita innocently.

"Always the two, paired with no third."

"Eaa. eaaa. Can't do it donk a.." This time Gilang's fight disagreed with Gita.

"Well... want to cheat?" tanya Gilang stopped her steps.

"Yes, that's also a'. Almost every night we tirelessly create a third person in our household." Gita answered with a carefree tone full of absurdity and flirtatiousness.

"Eeh, asem yes this is my mother's candidate. It's not the third man yank, but the fruit of love."

"Oohh... different is a'...?"

"Yes, it's different, far away. Like Sabang there Marouke."

"Hi. hi. Yes yes. Iih the father-to-be, spit also rose his blood." Temptation of Gita on her husband.

"It's not up yank blood. but it's stuck it can't come out white blood." His words are a bit piqued.

"Why...?"

"Not if pregnant young, jaka can't play into iting iting, neng?" ask Gilang to Gita.

"Ga knows too. Kan eneng has never hamul a'." Reply spontaneously.

"Hey.he. Tomorrow in Bandung. We'll check on Neng. Let me know and eat whatever food. And we can do it." Say again.

"That must be old, pregnant must be spoiled." Firmly Gita with a smile.

"Well, that's the hell. Not pregnant too, has always been a'a lacin to eneng mah. What a pity, for this beloved and dear wife. Heeem?" ask Gilang who has been getting closer.

"Aunty Gita why? yes cakit? how about a hold on Om Lang?" the question soon escaped the mouth of the cute Aydan. When the two returned to their meeting place. Because lunch is ready. Various fish sea.

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